(this pic from Google Images)
I was walking to the library after dropping the kids at school. It was so amazingly, awesomely beautiful out. The sky had turned very dark gray and the wind was beginning to blow like crazy. And then it started to snow. I was waiting at the lights with this other lady who had just dropped her kids. She was going for a walk and we were both admiring the weather, she was going to continue her walk and I told her I would be going to the library.
“Oh you work at the library?”
“No, I just go there to write.”
“Oh you are a writer?” Admiration in her voice.
I had to think, not an author, but yes a writer. Because that is what I do, I write.
“Yes,” I said proudly, “I write.”
I am just glad she didn’t ask me how much I made on my last book!
(This pic is by me. Of my laptop. At the library. Where I write.)
I know I’m not supposed to be here. But this morning :
Photography courtesy of Middle Child. I know a lot of you have already gotten snow. But this was the first of the season for us. And I go crazy for snow. And so do offspring. So we decided today we would not hitch a ride with dad. We walked. And took pictures…
Every time I told myself this would be the last pic and I would now go home, have breakfast and get to that novel, the sky would say “wait, I have to show you something really amazing you can’t go home yet!”
“Ok,” I said “but make it quick some unknowing agent’s career is going to go va va voom once I get that novel done.”
The sky gave me that look and said, “yeah whatever. Now check this out.” And I would be amazed.